. experimenting. That's all. Robert Honey, we're sorry you had to find out that way."Andy gave his mom a curious look, then my boy spoke again."Mom," ...obert said. "what is going on with you? I mean first we hear you..."He stopped abruptly and darted a look at Andy. I knew what he was going to say of course. And I saw a way to use it to my advantage."You heard me what, Honey? What were you going to say?" Never mind," he grumbled."No really Robert. Tell me. You heard me what?" We heard you .... He did so normally only sporting a pair of plain colour y-fronts running his hands over his pale skin and snapping the elastic of the y-fronts for some weird sport.Only in adolescence, he did start to attribute any sexual deviancy to his behaviour. Sporting his get-up in secret for fear his step-father would angrily rage that ‘Boys don’t play dress up.’ But they do thought Jesse when it felt so nice! The sexuality to the scenario only hit Jesse when his cavorting about led to Jesse taking his. ‘You okay, Ace?’ I trembled with a hint of concern. ‘Yeah,’ the older man forced a minuscule smile onto his surprisingly weathered face. ‘I’m fine. Why do you ask?’ With a loud, gauche hiss, the bus doors slammed shut and the air brakes sighed with relief as the bus resumed driving. I was one of the first stops, so our conversations could be as long as 25 minutes. ‘You’re not looking so great this morning,’ I confessed. ‘Not to worry, Sol,’ Ace smirked into the mirror at me. ‘We are fine.’. That seemed okay, so I agreed. Then she talked me into a bottle of Champaign to celebrate in ‘style’ too. That also seemed okay since six drinking from one bottle was not all that bad.That Friday I went over to my youngest brother’s place along with our middle brother. We were going to enjoy ourselves too. We drank ourselves into a stupor, passed out, and woke up sometime the following day. A phone call told us that the girls were still alive, drank all of their booze, and had a great time..